1. |
Shit Man
00:44
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Now introducing...
Shit man!
Nananananananana
Nananananananana
Shit man!
Come on down to the Shit Man store and exchange your shit for cold hard cash.
That's right! I will give you money in exchange for your fecal matter.
Cold shit, old shit, wet shit, stale shit. I'll take it all!
Come on down to the Shit Man store and I will give you money for your poop.
And then I'll eat it!
Shit man!
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2. |
CNN
02:11
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I think that CNN
Is fucking my dog's brain
He's home alone
And it's on all day
He's not the same
When the TV's on
And it always is
When the family's gone
Talking over, walks are over
Shouting matches, slip up catches
My dog is a liberal too
Democratic, cinematic
Special guest with special pest
I can't believe the things that they do
And I want my dog to be happy again
And I wish the TV was off now and then
Man has not been his best friend
I think that CNN
Is fucking my dog's brain
He's home alone
And it's on all day
He's not the same
When the TV's on
And it always is
When the family's gone
*Woof woof*
Chewing bones and viewing woes
I don't see how he likes to watch those
Propoganda rile up machines
Wet foods, fake news
They are red their viewers blue
There's money bursting out at the seams
And my dog's not well, I can see in his eyes
But still he is loyal, it fuels his demise
I guess I'll be sad when he dies
I think that CNN
Is fucking my dog's brain
He's home alone
And it's on all day
He's not the same
When the TV's on
And it always is
When the family's gone
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3. |
Nothing
02:37
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There is abundance
In the world that is within
It's just too bad that our
Vernacular is hideous
There's rodents eating at the
Goop inside our brains
They keep us up at night
Laughing as we waste away
And so
We just do nothing
No
We just do nothing
Behold
We just do nothing
Behold
Behold
Blow off the future for a
Moment in the present
Tough to enjoy it when you
Know it's your investment
So just forget em both
And carry on irresolute
It was the past where we had
Jumped without a parachute
And so
We just do nothing
No
We just do nothing
Behold
We just do nothing
Behold
Behold
We just do nothing
Nothing we just
(We get stoned)
We just do nothing
Nothing we just
(We get boned)
We just do nothing
Nothing we just
(We get owned)
We just do nothing
Nothing we just
(We get pwned)
We just do nothing
Nothing we just
(We get stoned)
We just do nothing
Nothing we just
(We get owned)
We just do nothing
Nothing we just
(We get boned)
And so
We just do nothing
No
We just do nothing
Behold
We just do nothing
Behold
Behold
We just do nothing
Nothing we just
We just do nothing
Nothing we just
We just do nothing
Nothing we just
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4. |
You Feel You
01:29
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*kazoo noises*
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5. |
Loaded Gun
03:03
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Tell me you're my friend
In ways I comprehend
And at the day's end
Tell me it'll stay that way
Do you think it's time?
Can you see the signs?
Let's destroy ourselves
Tonight
We'll have some fun
With a loaded gun
Don't tell me you've got
Any better things to do
We'll have some cheer
With a case of beer
And some sticky icky man
I really want to go home
Is it time again?
(Is it time again)
Time to be my friends
(Friends)
Let me host tonight
Red eyes for everyone
(Red eyes for everyone)
We'll watch the sky as it sets the sun
(Aaaahhh)
Just some good ol' dumb times with
The guys
We'll have some fun
With a loaded gun
(Aaaahhh)
Don't tell me you've got
Any better things to do
(Aaaahhh)
We'll have some cheer
With a case of beer
And some sticky icky man
I really want to go home
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6. |
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Rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock, nun, gun, bomb, fence, wrench, cat, rat, pickle, boot, shoot!
Who won?
Uh, shit. Lemme open up the spreadsheet.
You didn't have the spreadsheet open?
I didn't think you were gonna pick one of the stupid ones!
You picked nun! Is the spreadsheet open?
It takes a second, okay?
Fuckin' whatever.
Okay it's open. Let's see, I picked nun. What'd you pick again?
Fuck... I don't remember.
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7. |
I Don't Care
01:26
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At the mall I see a man and he's a meat head
I don't care
Another day another couple people drop dead
I don't care
Some people only masturbate and drink beer
I don't care
Another day another chance for you to dissapear
I don't care
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8. |
Mean
01:48
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*weeweeweewahwah*
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9. |
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Play this song on the bus real loud
Endowed with phone speakers
The crowd will fucking love it
Play this track on the train
With insane gain
Commuters will adore it
Play this song on the bus
Real loud
Play this song on the bus
Play this tune in a public bathroom
Over your Bluetooth
Connected to a loudspeaker
Play this shit on TV
On MSNBC
In a commercial for Viagra I don't fuckin know
Play this song on the bus
Real loud
Play this song on the bus
I want you to bust out the boombox
Hook your walkman up to a amplifier
Physically put headphones on the person in front of you
AND FUCKIN BLARE THIS SHIT
Play this song on the bus
Real loud
Play this song on the bus
Play this song on the motherfuckin' bus
Play this song on the bus
Real loud
Play this song on the bus
Real loud
Play this song on the bus
Real loud
Play this song on the bus
Real loud
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10. |
Budgie
01:26
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Traded and sold
There's a place you call home
But is it now?
Nowhere to go
Can't do shit on your own
Oh no
And you stay in your cage
Lest you fray with the gators
Budgie
Budgie
Break free
Or suffer
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